Memory of my Mother.

When we met or talked or touched
I always  I felt the Blue
For there are many colours. .  I felt them all in you.

rainbow

 I have touched the yellow, I have held the green
And I have felt the pain of white
When your colours were not   seen

When once I knew your rainbow, I fondly  grasped the red
I fully owned  your colours
and all my pains were dead .

 

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